Monday, March 22, 2010

Therapy, we love it.

Dear world,

Today I have to go to therapy. Do you know what that means? An hour of pure torture, and pretending that everything is rainbows and butterflies. I would rather talk about anal sex with my father than go to this therapy session, does that not say anything to you?

I’m a ninja. Be warned.

Thank you.

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